Tuesday, July 28, 2015

When it comes to love, sex,
and seduction, these psychics break all the rules. Seven sexy stories and seven
gifts of insight that will make you a believer.

I’m so excited to be part of the anthology
experience. I’d never written anything along the supernatural lines before so
when the opportunity came up, I figured why not?

What Drew Me In...

Right from the beginning I became enthralled in the
mystical nature of the whole thing. My character, Jill, has had her gift since
childhood, but it’s only now as an adult that she’s learning how to live with
it. I love how she grows and develops over the course of the story.

As for Darcy…well, he’s a broody thing.

Tall? – check. Dark? – check. Handsome? – check.
Dynamite in the sack? Triple check! He’s a good match for Jill. She just has to
realize it.

Kindergarten teacher Jill O’Halloran does her best to
disregard the visions she sees in pools of still water, having learned from a
young age that it wasn’t something that happened to normal people. But when
images of Darcy Albright in the throes of passion keep appearing, they prove
too difficult to ignore. Jill can’t understand why she’s so drawn to Darcy.
Sure he’s gorgeous, but she doesn’t do relationships.

When Darcy’s ex-wife drops a bombshell, Jill
discovers that he’s all too familiar with futuristic visions. But is the
prospect of learning more about the gift she’s denied for so long worth the
risk of falling for him?

And here’s a little sample…

Stifling a yawn, Jill reached for the glass on her
desk, conscious of keeping up her fluids in this hot weather. Her heart skipped
a beat when Darcy’s face reflected back from the water. He looked calm and
relaxed, with a half-smile on his handsome mouth. In fact, it looked a little
like he was… Oh dear God! She sat up stiffly in her seat, cheeks flaming with
heat as her gaze darted over the room, desperately hoping nobody saw what she’d
just witnessed. But of course no one had. She was the only person strange
enough to see visions in water.

It had begun when she was about five or six years
old. Pictures had started to appear in the bath, or in puddles left after rain.
She hadn’t known what it was at first, but it had never occurred to her to be
frightened. That didn’t come until later, when she told the foster parents who
were caring for her at the time.

Jill had quickly learned that other people didn’t
think it was normal to see visions in pools of water. They thought it made her
weird and was something that had to be beaten out of her...regularly. As she
grew older and moved from foster home to foster home, she’d learned to keep her
mouth firmly shut. Even once she’d found a safe place to live, with people who
seemed to care about her, she never told another soul about her ability.

There wasn’t all that much to tell anyway. It came in
waves. She’d see glimpses of things for a few weeks or months, and then nothing
for long stretches of time. It had been over a year since her last vision.
Right around the time she’d got the job at Northwoods Elementary.

The thing was that every image she’d ever seen had
ended up a reality, resulting in some kind of change in her life. The social
worker who came to the door when she was eight to take her to a new home, her
best friend Karen who she met on the first day of high school, the mailman who
delivered her offer of a college scholarship, various school principals
offering her teaching jobs. And today, Darcy Albright, on the verge of an
orgasm.

At least she thought that’s what it was. Her visions
were always brief and not entirely clear. Mostly they were just people’s faces,
although sometimes she too appeared in the image. But what the hell did she
know about men’s orgasms? Maybe he’d been about to sneeze.

I hope you fall in love with Jill and Darcy, and next
time you have a glass of water, sneak a peak before you take a drink. You just
never know what you might see!

A bit about Lisa Knight.

I love writing all kinds of stories but romance is
definitely my favorite. Curling up with my laptop on a cold winter’s day is my
idea of writing heaven and if there’s coffee and chocolate close by that’s even
better.

I’m always on the lookout for story and character
ideas and am inspired by everyday things like people doing their grocery
shopping, having morning tea at the local café, or the beautiful welcome back
hugs and kisses at the arrivals gate at the airport. Makes me cry just thinking
about it!

I live in Canberra, Australia with my husband and
whenever I can, snatch time to write between being a mum to our three boys and
my job as a social worker.

Monday, July 27, 2015

When it comes to love, sex,
and seduction, these psychics break all the rules. Seven sexy stories and seven
gifts of insight that will make you a believer.

What drew me to this anthology?

When I heard about Beachwalk's psychic anthology, I
got very excited! This kind of thing was right up my alley. I love anything
supernatural and extraordinary, and to be honest, I'm slightly obsessed with
super-heroes and comic book characters. I could only wish to walk through
walls, fly through the air, and read thoughts like they do. If I could choose
one psychic power or superhuman gift, it would be to move things with my mind.
I find the idea of it absolutely intriguing.

Lucky for me, I had a story I'd written a few years
ago about a young girl who was telekinetic. She was homeless—an outcast because
when she touched people she burned them, and nobody could stand to be near her.
The electric charge she emitted was just too painful. It wasn’t ready for
publishing, so Mote Highway stayed locked deep inside my plethora of digital
documents waiting for the day I had time to clean it up. The moment I decided I
wanted to make a submission for this cool anthology project, I unearthed it and
made my female character older and sexier. Holly became a buxom woman of
substance instead of a lost teenager, but still desperate to find a way out of
the lonely and isolated life she'd been living. My male character Jacob grew up
too. (in a big way) So I renamed it Taming Fury, befitting its new sizzling content—and
it's so much deeper than the original tale I'd written long ago.

Holly is a mind-moving Fury who electrifies all human
flesh she touches. Even her own family has sent her packing. She moves things
with her mind, manipulating fire with the flick of her finger, but she burns
for the one thing that has never been an option for her—love.

When she catches sight of the handsome man helping
her new neighbor move in she longs to take a chance and introduce herself...to
pretend to be normal just once. It could easily end in disaster, but
surprisingly, when she shakes his hand, no mind-blowing electrocution follows,
and she begins to hope. But it turns out that her touch has affected Jacob in a
way she never imagined, and it will change his life forever.

EXCERPT:

Still walking forward, Holly closed her eyes and
reached for the damp motes of dust from the earth, gathering them in her fist
while static electricity buzzed inside her gut. A tiny electric current snaked
the length of her arm, starting from the back of her neck. The tug rolled from
her fingers to the empty beer can on the ground near a small garbage can on the
sidewalk. Up, she willed. Reaching,
she willed it to rise, sure that no one would see this small thing. It slowly
lifted a few inches above the ground and hovered. She swished her hand,
slamming the aluminum can into the trash. Her mind was a powerful thing. And this
one tiny action would suffice for now.

She burst through the door of the building,
adrenaline fueling her courage. Mr. Perfect snapped his head up from his
paperwork at the sound of the door slamming against the wall.

“Hi.” He swallowed, taking her curves in with his
eyes. “How may I help you?”

The urge to surge had subsided. But the need to know
this man had not. She stared at his chiseled cheekbones, strong jaw, and molten
brown eyes from across the room. If she got too close, he’d be repelled by her
like the opposite end of a magnet. To push this perfect stranger away would
kill her. But the loneliness had to stop.

“My name is Holly. And you are...” She waited,
pursing her lips together to hold back the thoughts that wanted to tumble out
of her mouth. Please don’t run from me.

“I’m Jacob.” He smiled and started toward her with
his hand out to shake hers.

“Stop,” she ordered.

He stopped. Confused, his brows lifted.

“Please don’t come any closer.” She placed her hand
on her throat. “I have a little virus…nothing too terrible, but I may be
contagious.” She removed her hood and adjusted her collar that was beginning to
cut off her air supply. “How do I go about signing up for some personal
training?”

“Well, Holly.” He smiled widely. “Personal training
requires some up-close and personal contact, and if I have to stay seven arms’
lengths away…” He took another step toward her. “May I? I’m not afraid of a few
germs.”

She cringed and stepped back. Her courage was fading
fast. Jacob’s cellphone rang in his pocket and he pulled it out, clicking the ON button. He put it to his ear.

“Hello?” His eyes darted back to Holly’s. “I’m with a
client right now, can I call you back?”

This was a very good sign.

Ellen
Cummins grew up in the heart of California chasing adventures in the sun. One
of her obsessions has always been movies and books that take on an unexpected
twist, leaving her with her heart in her throat. She wears many hats—a mother
and wife, retail sales girl and manicurist of nearly 30 years, and unexpectedly
a writer. Suddenly at the age of 40, an idea popped into her head and she began
feverishly pecking away at the computer creating characters and worlds that she
soon became obsessed with. From that point on she fought for them to have their
own day in the sun inside the minds of others. Her love of pretty things, be it
a pink sparkly purse or a giant and mysterious Clematis bloom, inspires her to
write colorful characters and haunting love stories that might make your soul
just a little sweeter knowing them.

Friday, July 24, 2015

When it comes to love, sex, and seduction, these
psychics break all the rules. Seven sexy stories and seven gifts of insight
that will make you a believer.

When Beachwalk
Press Inc. announced the submission call for an anthology featuring
psychics, I was in. My head was instantly swirling with ideas.My mother is a psychic (card & tarot
reader), and I’ve certainly had my own share of ‘intuitive’ experiences, so
it’s a topic I’m familiar with.

The old
adage of ‘write what you know’ isn’t one to be ignored, nor is the opportunity
to write about a subject that’s close to my heart.

So Cupid and
Cupcakes was brought to life, starring Penny, who is a much better
baker than I’ll ever be and is way more talented at matchmaking than I’ve ever
been.

And, let’s be honest, I’m not sure there are many more
delicious combinations than romance
and cupcakes.

Mix a modern-day cupid with a hot-as-hell hero, smother with
a thick layer of buttercream, and the result is a sticky, sweet, and utterly
satisfying mouthful of a story.

Cupid
and Cupcakes

In a snowy,
sleepy town is a quaint cupcake shop. People travel from miles away to visit
this sugar-scented store because they think it's magical. They're not entirely
wrong. But it isn't the shop, or the cupcakes it sells, that's magical…it's the
owner.

Penny loves
her little store, but people don't visit Cupid and Cupcakes solely for her cakes. They have an
ulterior motive—they're seeking love. Penny is a matchmaker, a modern-day
cupid, and she's great at it. Never wrong. Unfortunately, Penny's gift doesn't
work where her own love life is concerned. That is until Jonathon reappears in
her life. He's her best friend's brother, utterly wrong for her, and completely
off-limits. Or is he?

You will
find Cupid and Cupcakes sitting
alongside six other fantastic stories in…

Psychic Seductions

When it comes to
love, sex, and seduction, these psychics break all the rules. Seven sexy
stories and seven gifts of insight that will make you a believer.

Penny had started up the hall to
her room when the bathroom door opened and plumes of steam rolled out, followed
by Jonathon. Dressed only in a towel. She stopped dead in her tracks. His hair
was wet and hanging loosely around his ears and neck. Goodness, Jonathon had
definitely grown up. His skin was tanned and taut; the muscles in his chest,
arms, and shoulders thieved her attention. The way his towel hung loosely on
his hips, barely covering what was hidden underneath, made her heart beat
faster. He was…hot. Jonathon was hot. This couldn’t be right.

Whoa, back up, Penny. You cannot be
perving on your best friend’s brother. That had to cross a billion best
friend boundaries. Uncrossable boundaries. This was Jonathon. Ratty, bratty,
sexy-as-hell Jonathon.

She closed
her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

“Everything
okay, Pen?” came his deep voice. Deeper than she remembered
it being. It sizzled through her veins, igniting her insides. Her belly
squeezed just hearing his voice.

Penny opened her eyes and made certain she looked only at his face. Not
at that delectable body. If the front of him was that good, she could only
imagine what his back and ass…oh dear God. She couldn’t help but look—he was so strong and
toned. Eyes, Penny, his eyes. She forced her gaze to find his
face again and swallowed hard. “Absolutely fine. Just a dizzy spell. I think
I’m tired.”

He strode
to her, reached out, and held her elbow. She tried not to breathe in the scent
of bubbles and clean, male flesh, or revel in the warmth pouring from him,
coaxing her own skin.

“You sure?
You look a little pale.”

Penny
forced a smile. “I’m fine. Once I get out of these clothes and into something
more comfortable...” Oh, dear, did I seriously just say that? Now she was
picturing herself naked and Jonathon naked. Both naked…together. Breathe,
Penny, breathe. “I mean, I smell like my cupcake shop still...”

He grinned.
“You smell delicious.”

Her eyes
widened.

“When am I going
to get to try one of your cupcakes?”

Was that a
euphemism? Of course not. He was being completely literal here. She blinked and
watched a droplet of water run down the side of his face, down his stubbled,
square jaw. Talk, Penny. “Um…tomorrow. Come downstairs
tomorrow and I’ll give you a taste…of, um, my cupcake.” She shook her head. “I
mean, a cupcake.”

He nodded
and grinned again, those flashing dimples carving lines in his cheeks. “Look
forward to it.” He released her elbow and headed to his room.

Penny
sucked in a deep breath and continued to her own room.

It was
Jonathon. Yes, she found him attractive. Very attractive. Any warm-blooded
female would. But it meant absolutely nothing.

1. because
he’s Jonathon.

2. he’s her
best friend’s brother.

3. …um.

What was she talking about again?

About
me

I live in rural Victoria, Australia. On permanent hiatus
from a profession I don’t love, I now spend my time wrapped up in my
imagination, creating characters and exploring alternative realities. I am an
author of a number of digitally published novels, novellas and short stories
that are emotionally driven and possess unique themes beyond the constraints of
the physical universe.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

When it comes to love, sex,
and seduction, these psychics break all the rules. Seven sexy stories and seven
gifts of insight that will make you a believer.

I'm so excited to be part of this anthology with such
talented and brilliant Beachwalk Press authors. When I heard about
the call our publisher announced for this collection I knew I had to be
included.

What drew me in?

Paranormal has always been my first love as a reader.
As a writer I haven't spent much time focusing on this genre so Psychic
Seductions gave me an opportunity to dabble without committing to a
full length book. Now of course the idea has triggered multiple story ideas, so
maybe you'll be seeing more of these types of romances from me.

When it's meant to be... you'll find
your soulmate in this life and any other...

Aurora Mills has moved back to her hometown after a
messy divorce which has left her penniless. Her friend Clara offers her a job
at their family's pub, and within days Aurora runs into Clara's older brother
Caleb. Aurora has always been attracted to him—there's something about him that
just draws her in.

Caleb Larson has spent the past few years coming to
terms with the tragic deaths of his parents and struggling with the guilt of
not being able to prevent it. His gift of premonitions should have allowed him
to see their future. After Aurora returns to town, whenever he's in her
presence, he can sense that they have a deep connection of some type. Then he
has a powerful vision from the past, and he knows there's even more to his
feelings than he thought. Can these two lost souls find peace in each other's
arms?

Available for a limited
release price of 99 cents

“I was thinking Friday. Perhaps we could go to
dinner?” Caleb asked.

“Like a date?” Aurora hadn’t been this excited since...
Well, she couldn’t exactly remember when she had something to be excited about.
Except the other night when she had seen him for the first time in years.

“We can call it whatever you want.”

“Date works.” I
can’t believe this! We’re going on a date.

“Okay.” He flashed his perfect smile, and she
wondered what he thought of her. Did he find her amusing?

“Cool.” She kissed his cheek, lingering for a second
before pulling away. “Thanks for the ride home.”

She turned to make her escape so she couldn’t do
something embarrassing. He might already think the kiss was too forward, but
she couldn’t seem to help herself. It was impulsive, but worth it to have her
lips on him, even if for a fleeting moment.

“Wait.” He took her hand, keeping her in the car.

She shifted her position so she was facing him again.

“I think we can do better than that.” He leaned into
her, taking her face between his hands, licking his lips as he focused on hers.

He’s going to kiss me. Like
really kiss me!

“Not that your kiss wasn’t sweet, but...” He brushed
his mouth along her jaw, slowly working his way to her lips. “Can I kiss you,
Aurora?”

“Yeah.” She’d waited years for a proper kiss from
him. “Anyway you want.”

“Like this,” he spoke against her lips. “Slow, so I
can savor you.”

“Hmm...” She shivered as his words vibrated into her
mouth. Maybe she wasn’t just amusing to him. Maybe he could see her as a woman
capable of being with him.

He tilted her face to the side, kissing her. Tender
at first, but then, as he deepened their connection, so did the intensity. She
tingled in places she hadn’t felt anything in for so long. The fire in her
belly spread lower until she had to squeeze her thighs together in an attempt
to create some friction there to ease the warm ache.

Releasing her, he smoothed out her hair as he placed
soft kisses across her lips. The heat of his mouth left an impression on hers.
She darted her tongue out and ran it along her lips, tasting him, needing to
remember everything about their first kiss. The one she had dreamed about for
so long. The kiss she never thought she’d get to experience except in her
wildest fantasies. It was totally worth the wait.

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a
child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the
laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head,
but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered
the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she
can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two boys. When
she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy creating sexy, domineering men and
the strong women who know how to challenge them in and out of the bedroom.
She hopes you'll get lost in her words.